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George Herbert - Love (III)
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Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
        Guiltie of dust and sinne.
But quick-ey`d Love, observing me grow slack
        From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
        If I lack`d anything.

A guest, I answer`d, worthy to be here:
        Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkinde, the ungratefull? Ah my deare,
       I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
       Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marr`d them: let my shame
       Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?
       My deare, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
       So I did sit and eat.

Glorie be to God on high, and on earth peace,
            good will towards men.
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